Monday, November 30, 2015

Gratitude, A Good Way To Roll.....




There are a few things in life that make me wildly uncomfortable. Number one on my list would have to be flash mobs, the thought of organized-impromptu dancing or singing in a large crowd makes my skin crawl. Second but not far behind flash mobs is the moment at Thanksgiving dinner when everyone goes around the table and declares what they are thankful for. As to not be misunderstood, now more then ever I am extremely humble and grateful for what I have experienced, the people I consider friends and family, as well as the life I have been able to lead to this point. What causes me to avert eye contact and socially shut down is the verbal expressions of these feelings. So here it comes F'ers, things are about to a bit awkward for this kid but first let me explain how I got to this point.

Over the past two months I have been getting up early and doing about 20 minuets of yoga and around 5 minuets of mediation (one of these days I will write an entire post on this but for now, namaste and inner peace). Through this process, I first discovered I was extremely inflexible and second there is a virtual treasure trove of  yoga classes and guided mediation sessions available on youtube. The resounding theme that seems to be repeated over and over during my daily online morning contortion is, "you are exactly where you need to be." This simple statement really got me thinking about my life and as well as conscientiously taking stock of  just how blessed I am. This realization made me grasp that I have been guilty of searching the horizon as opposed to enjoying the ride.

There are subtleties in our quest for living life to its fullest that may only occur once in or mortal existence. For example, as parents we may look at our little kids and long for the day that they are big enough to remove excrement from their own orifice. Only to wish years later they were still babies. The finish line is a glorious sight, but I declare the true prize dwells within the journey. Live big and dream big, just make sure to drink in what is around you during each step of the process.

So let me express my gratitude in all its awkward glory.... I am grateful for my life and all of those who have helped to shape me into the person I am today. I am grateful for my wife and kids and the joy they bring me daily. Now more then ever I am grateful to have been raised by such great parents and siblings. I am forever grateful for the experiences that cause me to laugh or smile when they play back on the stage in my mind. Last of all, I am also grateful for the experiences I have been through that really, really, I mean really sucked (the education of life is not cheap, but it has caused me to learn a thing or two). Geeeeezzzzzz,,,,,, that was uncomfortable but necessary. F-word nation,
take the time this holiday season to enjoy exactly where you are at today, I promise it will make tomorrow all the more delicious (especially if left overs are involved).

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

London's Calling




This past week I had the unique opportunity to meet with my family and a surgeon to discuss  the upcoming surgery to remove my Dad's esophagus due to cancer. While sitting in the room at the cancer center, and going through a myriad of emotions, I noticed a Jack London quote on the wall. I typically take an annual  spin through  Mr. London's, "The Call of the Wild" but had never read nor seen the quote below.  I was moved by both the words and the relevance of the situation I found them in. After reading and re-reading the lines, I experienced a "right-on" moment.  Not only did I feel that everything was going to be OK, but I also felt blessed for the time I have. Live your life, take it in, and above all share it with others. Enjoy the quote and the ride we call life.......

“I would rather be ashes than dust!

I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.” 

Monday, November 9, 2015

Ear Candy


“Study hard what interests you the most in the most undisciplined, irreverent and original manner possible.” 
 Richard Feynman

I drive a lot for work, so much that at times I question if I am truly a salesman or if I am just moonlighting as an over the road trucker.  The 30,000 plus miles that I log each year makes me empathetic to Eddie Rabbits tune, “Driving My Life Away.”  Being a music snob in the worst sense of the word makes listening to music nearly impossible for long stretches of time (I realize this makes no sense, so I will not even try and explain it). For an alternative, I sometimes gravitate toward talk radio or the Spanish stations for both education and mild entertainment. With the amount of time I was spending on the road, I realized that what I was audibly ingesting did not equate to a net positive gain. After a day of driving around I would end up being upset with the state of politics or utterly confused (and rightfully so) by the fact Ranchero music relies on a tuba to hold down the bottom end.

 It’s been said that your actions and your level of motivation are the direct result of the 5 people you interact with the most. Realizing my radio buddies and my radio amigos were not the folks I was looking to emulate, I set out on a quest to learn. Right around this time a good friend of mine said; “Hey dude you ever listen to podcasts?” I sheepishly mentioned that I had not, and asked for some recommendations. The next day the once ignored “podcast app” on my phone became a treasure trove of incredible and insightful information and entertainment. I was learning how to become a better salesman in the morning, and being absolutely transported in time back to the vast reaches of the Mongolian Empire in the afternoon. Not to mention, all of this was being accomplished as part of my working day.

I instantly became the guy who prefixed the majority of my conversations with, “I was listening to the best podcast the other day.” The medium of the podcast fell right in line with my creed of purposely investing my time into things that I can impact or that can have an impact over me (see my blog post on Fight the Power). The podcast medium of audible feasting has presented me with the opportunity to grab the subject matter I choose and transform otherwise idle hours into a virtual classroom. This discovery and subtle change to my day has made a huge impact on my personal development …not to mention an improvement in my overall mood. Through this process, I exchanged political rants for self-improvement and Latin grooves (still a guilty pleasure) for the history of the world. All in all, I would say it has been a good trade.

It has been so nice to cut out all the negativity going on the world and replace it with a cornucopia of knowledge. Here is my challenge for you F’ers, find something you want to improve, work on, or learn about. I am fairly certain what every that subject matter is you will find a podcast on it. Below I have listed a few of my favorite podcast.  Although none of them can compete with Tito Puente grooving a Mambo, I bet you may learn a thing or two. (I listed links from itunes, but you can grab these through the stitcher app as well @ https://www.stitcher.com/ )

Work and Motivation

Dream-Think-Do (Kid Safe)

Entrepreneur on Fire (Kid Safe)

The Tim Ferris Show (There are some F bombs, so not the best while carpooling to soccer)

Stuff you should know (Kid Safe)

Becoming Super Human

History

Dan Carlin’s Hard Core History (History may be a bit too real for a small ear, no language… just reality). This may just fry your brain; start with the history of the Mongolians.

The History or Rome

Comedy

The Adam Carolla Show (Not for the easily offended, not kid safe)


Happy listening…….. Provecho….

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Sunday, October 25, 2015

Lets Go Build A Fort


"I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.” 


Do any of you remember what it was like as a kid to pile up couch cushions, drape some blankets on top of it and crawl inside with your friends and tell scary stories?  Well, I do.  And it brings back such vivid and powerful memories.  So about 4 years ago when my oldest said, “dad, will you help me build a fort?” I couldn’t have been happier to oblige. This innocent question awoke a primal urge that has been part of man since our Australopithecus (yes, I just name-dropped an obscure anthropology reference) ancestors started looking for caves to adorn with pictures of mammoths.

So not too long ago my family and I were staying at a good friend’s cabin and it just so happened that, due to a pine beetle infestation, there was a significant amount of cleared and cut wood lying like manna from heaven for the taking. Our first attempt at construction was feeble but valiant none the less. Falling short of the mark (and both of us knowing it), my daughter and I spent the next 6 months discussing plans for re-designing our fort in a fashion that would gain the acceptance of the famous fictional architect Howard Roark.

With a healthy amount of anticipation built up during the drive to the cabin, and a general idea of how we were going to make this thing legit, we went to work. For the next three days we were in the zone. At the Brown construction site, my daughters made sure I understood that rest was for the weak. Being equipped with only the essentials…twine, a shovel, and a knife, we let our imaginations drive our creativity. As our veritable “edifice of frontier functionalism” began to take shape, an interesting thing occurred. For the first time as a father, I found myself and my kiddos on the exact same level of intellectual involvement. I was not pulling them to do something, neither were they pulling me. In that moment we were one in purpose.   And dammit, we were building the greatest log fort that Duck Creek Village has ever seen.

I don’t think I’m alone.  I mean...honestly…who doesn’t like building a fort? At home, couch cushions and blankets become sibling’s tools of the metaphorical communal Amish barn raising.   In the woods, sticks and logs do the trick.  I can only assume that thousands of years ago the ancient Druids were goofing around with their kids in a field full of rocks and someone said, “Son, have you heard of post and lintel architecture? It’s all the rage.” Fort-building is in our DNA.

Part of it is because let’s face it, when you finish the job, the pure awesomeness of crawling inside with a flashlight can be rivaled only by Ed McMahon’s surprise visit with a giant check in hand.  And do you want to know what the most satisfying and pleasantly surprising outcome was for me through the building process (I use the word process because although the fort is technically done…we plan on working on it every time we go back)?  I’ll tell you.  The most wonderful part of this was that the emotions I felt in those moments were the exact same for me now as an F-er as they were for me as a 7-year-old boy.  As the Brown family stacked logs, I was able to catch a perfect glimpse into the creative souls of my girls.  And at the same time, my girls were able to see a side of their dad that had long since been boxed up and locked away.  

So now whenever we go back to our friend’s cabin, we park, we unload our luggage, and we immediately go to work on the Brown family fort.  I get to feel like a kid again, and my girls get to travel back in time to see what their dad was like at their age.  And if you allow me to wax a little poetic for a second, this humble frontier dwelling is a terrific symbolic expression of my relationship with my kiddos. From the outside it may seem imperfect and haphazard, but step inside and it’s a stable refuge offering shelter and security. And no matter where we seem to be in the process there is always something to improve.  See… I told you it was poetic.

But seriously, all metaphors aside, this experience has been a priceless bonding experience for me and my kids.  So fellow F’ers, your assignment this week is to get out and build a fort. Grab some blankets and pillows, and get to work.  Pretty soon, you’ll find yourself driving the DeLorean at 88 miles per hour into the deep recesses of your childhood. And when you’re done bonding with your kids, send them to bed, grab some popcorn, and watch a scary movie in the palace you just created. I promise you it will open dusty old memories that you will be glad to re-live alone or with your family.  Happy Building!!

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Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Hello- My Name is Quinn Brown... I am 39, and I Play in a Band.......


This is a post I have wanted to write since the “F” word started but was unsure on how to put it together without sounding like epic blowhard.  Today I’m willing to risk it. 

So it’s 7:42 pm and I am sitting in a hotel on a Saturday night in Jackson Hole, WY. The TV is on in the background and I just woke up from a quality 20 minute power-snooze. My musical cohorts (all fellow “F”ers) and I will be taking the stage at a half-filled bar, presenting a musical odyssey that will last until about 1:30 in the morning. This will be our second gig of the weekend and since I am no longer 21, I am mentally preparing and caffeinating myself for the marathon ahead of me.  At my age, it’s a struggle just to not look and feel like a zombie on stage most nights (cough, Keith Richards, cough).

As I write this, I am taking stock of how just how lucky I am that I have the chance to follow this passion.   But at the very same time, not losing sight of how valuable this is experience is for me as a person.  Music, and the creation thereof, has always been a passion I have chased and an outlet I have cherished. There have been times when it has dominated everything in my life and times when it simply meant playing guitar to my kids at bed time. Through the years, the thing that has become very clear to me is that “I need this”.

In my twenties playing music started out as a passion and over time turned into a profession. There were times when getting on stage seemed like landscaping a yard and other times it was the cats pajamas. Throughout that phase of my life and before almost every gig, my friend and drummer Leo constantly reminded me that what we were doing was a gift. He would say, “first-this is not normal, second-there is a lot of people that would kill for this opportunity, and third-drink it all in because one day it will be gone.” His wisdom in that stage of my life was an incredible revelation.  Just as Leo Prophesied, one day we divided up the gear and it was over.  All of a sudden those super long gigs with two people in the audience seemed more like a fading dream and less like a nightmare. The questions that remained in the years that followed were….

Do I walk away and say, “I used to do that?”

Or

Do I keep it going?

So here was the struggle I encountered as I put the musical side of my life in a proverbial save box in the basement. On one hand I felt the societal pressure saying, “time to grow up and let it go.” On the other hand I felt the self-doubt that if I play again, I will just be another balding old guy trying to chase a dream that has long since passed him by.  The one thing that remained constant was that I truly missed playing music.

This is where the wisdom of prophet Leo comes back into the story. One day we were talking about table saws, reliving the old band days, and just generally marveling about the Zen of life. During our conversation, he mentioned something in passing that made me take an introspective step back and look into my current state of happiness. He said, “Quinn you love to create.  You are an artist regardless of whether you like it or not.” He went on to say, “If you try hiding or suppressing that part of your life and personality, that part of you will die in the process.”

At the time I am certain he had no idea how much I needed to hear those words and how true and timely his declaration had been.

It was that day that I decided it was time to get back in the game.  I reached out to my good friend Jeff and pulled that side of my life out of cold storage.  The funny thing about it was that everyone we found to play was in the exact same proverbial boat. We stacked hands and the journey began again. 

With different logistics and life circumstances this time around, we decided if we were going to make this work, we would jam at 9 pm in Jeff’s sound proof room in his basement. This allowed all of us to put our kids to bed and not have our “musical bowling league” get in the way of family duties. As I read that last line, I realize how far away from the days that the goal was to “not get the cops called on us for noise abatement” or to “not interrupt our Friday night testosterone-filled gallivanting”.  As we started practicing together again and our band took shape, each of us felt the same void filled by the musical tapestry we were weaving. Wondering where this all fits into my adult life was replaced with the desire to create and share.

When you play in a band in your teens and college years, society views it as really hip past time. When you play in a band in your “F” word years it’s viewed as, “something you need to grow out of.” The question I propose is why? Should skateboarding only be reserved for 12-21 year olds? Should golf be reserved for those 30 and over?  The point I am trying to make is if you truly love to do something, then do it. That’s the point, right? Each of us knows deep down inside what makes us tick, what brings us joy, and what parts of our lives need fulfillment. I have no delusions of grandeur at this point in my life, only gratitude for a chance to practice and perform my craft.  These are the things we do for ourselves.

The challenge I would like to issue in this post is find that “thing” you have put away in your save box. Get it out, dust it off, rediscover why it made you happy, and share it with your friends and family. When I take the stage tonight, I will remember Leo’s advice, look around at my friends I have the opportunity play with, and create a musical “F” Word blow torch that can only be rivaled by the dragons of medieval legend…even if it does make me look like an epic blowhard.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Ten things you probably DON’T do with your kids (but should)


I had lunch with by buddy Trevor the other day and we got talking about the "F" word and things we do with our kids. He shared some classic kiddo experiences that induced a solid belly laugh. Being that he is a great father, and a year older than me (making him extremely old and wise), I asked him to impart some of his sage advise with the "F" Word tribe. This is coming to you Straight Outta Compton, Trevor Compton that is....

I’m f*#ty.  And…what that means is that I’m old enough to sometimes remember what I was like when I was cool.  Most of the time, I forget. 

But the rub is…my kid’s AREN’T.  To them, I’m bald, wrinkly, and boring dad.  They don’t remember the cool dad.  All they know is the dad that listens to talk radio, podcasts, and occasionally jams out to “old guy” music while they’re in the car to embarrass the living daylights out of them in front of their friends.  The dad that doesn’t like anything cool, that doesn’t DO anything cool, and the dad that has only a fleeting recollection of what cool actually is.  Or was.  Or should be. 

So, before I continue, I need to make one thing perfectly clear.  I’m writing this post to give advice to you, f*#&y-year-old dads.  The advice is this:  DO THINGS WITH YOUR KIDS THAT YOU ENJOY.  Why would you want your kids to see you as the dad that goes to Disneyland but hates it.  The dad that spends too much money at places with dancing rodents just because his kids begged him and he caved in.  Nobody wants to be the CAVE-IN Dad.  Being CAVE-IN Dad teaches your kids that you’re even less cool than they thought and that you’ve lost touch with who you are as a person.  Be yourself.  And in doing so, you’ll find out that your kids love you and are impressed and proud of who you are as a person and the things that YOU like to do. 

With that out of the way…here are the ten things you should start doing with your kids right now.  Not only because they’re (probably) enjoyable for you too, but because they will learn valuable lessons in the process about being proud of who they are and not afraid or embarrassed to be themselves:

10.  Take them to nice restaurants.  I once had one of my sons take off his flip flop in the middle of dinner, throw it across the dining room floor, bounce off a light, and land in another customer’s glass of wine.  True story.  For most of us the idea of going to a nice restaurant is appealing because you get AWAY from eating PB&J and don’t have to listen to all the fighting and complaining about the food.  Bringing young kids to a nice restaurant seems like complete social suicide.  But here’s why you should do it:  Because the more your kids see how to behave in places like high end restaurants, the more likely they are to learn manners and respect in public situations.  Just don’t let them wear flip flops…it’s harder to throw shoes if they’re tied tight.

9.  Drive through the wrong neighborhoods.  OK, so carrying racist signs through ethnically diverse neighborhoods may not be smart with or without kids.  But going out of your way to drive on the “other  side of the tracks” once in a while to give your kids a bit of perspective.  Whatever side of the tracks you live on, it’s valuable to have them see what else is out there in this big blue spinning rock.

8.  Take them to work with you.  So, if you work in a coal mine, it might be tough to pull off.  “I got the black lung, pop.”  Otherwise, most employers, supervisors, and companies will welcome the chance for your kids to see what you do all day.  My dad flew 737s growing up, so it was a little tougher, but he still managed to take me up in the cockpit once in a while and to the training simulator.  It made a lasting impression, because I still have a fascination with flying.  The converse is also true…if you have a boring job, it will be good for your kids to see this and aim a little higher than their old man. 

7.  Nothing.  That’s right.  Do nothing.  Unplug, turn off the screens, and just sit and be lazy together.  Let’s face it…it’s healthy.  And it’s something everyone should incorporate into their lives.  Down-time recharges the batteries and makes you grateful for the “up” times.  Meditation is a great way to structure and focus your down time, but it can be as simple as laying vertical on the couch and throwing a baseball at the ceiling.  Whatever it is, just do it together and get your kids used to the idea that they don’t have to be entertained every second of every day.

6.  Travel together.   On an airplane.  Yes, you heard me.  Carry the strollers, car seats, diaper bags, sippy cups, and all the screens you can find to keep them entertained.  It’s gonna suck getting through the TSA, and you’re going to wish you had Benadryl to…ahem…keep their “allergies” at bay.  But your kids are going to remember it, learn about traveling (not to be scared of flying among other things) and see the world.  Their world right now is probably the four walls of your home, a bus stop, a few friends houses, and school.  That is a pretty darn small place.  Show them that the “school of life” can be so much more educational and that there is so much more to see and do than any one person could accomplish in a lifetime.  My entire family will always remember seeing mom almost step on a Boa Constrictor in Costa Rica after the rest of us walked right by thinking it was a stick.  What a memory!  Are you beginning to see a theme here?  Perspective.

5.  Go to rock concerts.   Or any concert for that matter.  If you haven’t seen the Twenty-One Pilots show, put it on your bucket list.  My kids are 4, 7, and 10.  The 4 year old had a cold, but my wife and I took the two older kids to see them live in Salt Lake City over the weekend.  Their eyes were as wide as saucers the entire night watching people (quite the clique) and watching the incredible show.  Do I want them in the mosh pit smashed against the front stage…probably not just yet.  But for their first real concert, it was memorable for them even from the back row.  They may not realize just how cool this was of their parents to do until many years from now.  But what an amazing night and experience for both parents and kids.

4.  Run a race.  Odds are that your days of competing at a high level athletically are long gone.  At least mine are.  But the atmosphere of a race (run, bike, swim, motorcycle, etc.) is electric.  It’s something they’ll remember for a long time.  And seeing the winners finish will give them inspiration to compete in something for themselves.  Seeing the last few stragglers come across the line will also inspire them to know that ANYONE can run a race.  So, if mom and dad do a half marathon…sign the kids up for a 5k or a Kids K.  They’ll be so excited to be part of the family team.

3.  Backpacking/Camping.  “Yeah, but my kids aren’t big enough to carry a pack, they don’t like to eat fish or freeze-dried food, and they don’t have the gear for it.”  I’ve heard all the excuses.  I’ve made them myself.  The one thing I’ve learned after doing it for a few years now is that your kids will surprise you with how capable they are.  And there’s something about being outdoors that will really give them a connection with nature, themselves, and with their parents.  Try it once and you’ll likely make it a family tradition.

2.  Go on dates with them.  Don’t be confused…I’m not advocating that you take them with you on your date night with your spouse or significant other.  I’m saying to take THEM out on a date.  Teach them how to behave (open doors for their date, pay the bill, compliment their date, focus on them and not their phone, etc.).  This will go a long way when they start dating and learn to distinguish a well-behaved partner from a selfish douchebag.


1.  Choose your own adventure.  I know there are one or two things that you really love to do that are a bit on the wild side.  Skydiving, bungee jumping, motorcycles, airplanes, paintball.  I don’t care what it is…but you absolutely MUST do them with your kids.  Start them out small if it’s a scary endeavor.  But at the very least, show them what you do and explain to them WHY you do it.  Seeing you do something you’re passionate about will get them through the times that they get down in the dumps.  Knowing that everyone has a thing or two that really gets their juices flowing is a great lesson for your kids to learn.  Because they will search for that in their own lives.  And once they find it, they will truly find fulfillment and purpose.  They will have something to live for even when life seems like it isn’t worth living.  And maybe they’ll read this in 20 years when they have kids of their own and pass along the passion to their own kids.   At the very least…they’ll have something to tell their friends about at school when they’re bragging about how cool their dads are.  

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Thursday, September 17, 2015

Justifying the F Word and The Dream-Think-Do Podcast





Huge news! Justifying the F Word was featured on the "Dream, Think, Do Podcast" today. If you have not had the opportunity to listen to Mitch Matthew's pod casts before, I highly recommend it. It's like an all you can eat buffet of positive vibes and motivation streaming through the world wide web. Mitch has had a huge impact on me and how I go about living my life. It was his "virtual push" that got this F word revolution started.


I promise you that if you download and listen to his podcast on iTunes you will find yourself bombing down a luge track toward your dreams with plenty of ringing cow bells to cheer you on.


 Remember the best way to justify the F word is to follow your dreams and reach your goals. Check out "Justifying the F Word" being featured on today's episode below!